Beautiful, expansive, mind-blowing, consciousness-expanding poetry from a gifted muse. Her god in these poems is mostly female, celebratory, dancing, singing, accordion, non-judgmental unlimited by boundaries and labels and the narrow-mindedness of men who are convinced that god resides in a heaven among the stars. This goddess is as earthbound as she is celestial, as community minded as she is private and personal. One need only to read one poem from this collection, “Worst Thing” to see the light. “The worst thing we ever did was to put god in sky, out of reach…” Chelan writes, the planetary poem around which all the other poems orbit. Transcendent and beautiful, her poems defy the mundaneness we humans blindly seek in the world when we exchange true seeing and feeling for dogma. To read her poems is to be set free, to remember what we have forgotten in our DNA, to find our place in the world. It is to remember that we are more than just meat skeletons harboring a trapped spirit, but rather spirit-driven bone carriages winging our way through worlds across galaxies more vast than we could ever imagine.